Job 27
Job affirms his innocence and integrity, stating that as long as he lives, he will not speak lies or forsake his justification. He contrasts his own righteousness with the fate of the wicked, who will ultimately face destruction and destitution, despite any temporary gains they may make. Job asserts that the wicked will not be able to enjoy their ill-gotten wealth, as it will be taken away from them and given to the just. The wicked will ultimately face a terrible end, with no escape from their misfortunes.
Job also added to this, using figures of speech, and he saidAs God lives, who has taken away my judgment, and the Almighty, who has led my soul to bitternessas long as my breath remains in me and the breath of God remains in my nostrilsmy lips will not speak iniquity, nor will my tongue devise liesFar be it from me that I should judge you to be right, for, until I expire, I will not withdraw from my innocenceI will not forsake my justification, which I have just begun to grasp, for my heart does not find blame for me in my whole lifeLet the impious be as my enemy, and the sinful, as my adversaryFor what hope is there for the hypocrite, if he greedily plunders and God does not free his soulWill God pay attention to his cry, when anguish overcomes himOr will he take delight in the Almighty and call upon God at all timesI will teach you through the hand of God, what the Almighty holds, and I will not conceal itBehold, you know all this, and so why do you speak vain things without a reasonThis is the portion of the impious man with God, and the inheritance of the violent, which they will receive from the AlmightyIf his sons should happen to increase, they will be for the sword, and his grandsons will not be satisfied with breadWhatever will remain of him will be buried in the ruins, and his widows will not weepIf he will amass silver as if it were dirt and fabricate garments as if they were claythen yes, he will gather, but the just will be clothed with it and the innocent will divide the silverHe has built his house like a moth, and he has made a makeshift shelter like a sentryWhen he falls asleep, the rich man will leave him with nothing; he will open his eyes and find nothingDestitution will surround him like water; a storm will overwhelm him in the nightA burning wind will pick him up and carry him away, and, like a whirlwind, it will rush him from his placeAnd it will hurl over him and will not spare him; fleeing from its power, he will go into exileHe will clasp his hands over himself, and he will hiss at himself, while considering his situation
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